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Chapter 7
Tracy's Perspective:
Slowly I woke up, the world coming into view, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. My leg throbbed terribly. I was in Joe's room on the bed but I didn't want to move to see if he was here. I shifted slightly and felt sticky. I needed a shower… Slowly I got up and eased off the bed. There was no sign of Joe anywhere so I allowed myself to limp to the door. I walked out into the living room and everyone was doing his or her own thing.
"Hey how are you feeling?" Paul asked being the first to notice me in the room.
"Gross," I said simply, "S, can you show me how the shower works?"
"Sure thing," she says hopping out of Paul's arms to wrap an arm around my waist and helped me to the bathroom. She started the shower for me and turned it to as hot as it would go.
"It wont be hot, but its not cold either," she said. "Here's a towel and I'll pit some clean clothes on your bed."
"Thank you so much," I said smiling happily taking the towel from her.
"No problem." She said, "Anything else?"
"Uh, Yeah… where's J?" I asked, "I didn't see him in the living room."
"He went for a walk, don't ask when he'll be back cause he leaves from either one hour to one week, but he'll be back eventually don't worry," She said.
"Okay, thanks," I said feeling slightly worried but swallowed the feeling down. Sarah left the room and I stripped down. I was a mess, but at least the bathroom is clean from my earlier chores so maybe we could all stay clean. A flash of Joe's bright blue eyes looking down on me through his dirt layered face and blonde hair turned brown from mud. I shook the image from my head and slid into the shower. The water felt amazing, cooling down my hot skin. It stung on my leg and I moved away from the water waiting for the pain to go away. I slowly moved my head under the water making sure to keep my leg away from it. I worked the water through my hair making sure to get it clean before I moved to getting all the dirt off my body. It took a while but once I was clean I stood under the water and let my mind wonder. Why did Joe leave? Why was he so mad about me cleaning his room? Should I just leave so he doesn't have to deal with me? And then I started to form a plan. Once my leg was healed I could get them a lot of food, clean the house and then leave so I didn't stay in their hair causing them problems. I could find somewhere else to stay or even go back home. But I would always keep this place a secret, always. Satisfied with my idea I turned off the water and stepped out to wrap a towel around me. I looked at myself in the mirror for a bit wondering how I got into this mess in the first place. My mom, I cringed at the thought, she was a very stressed out person. My dad was away on work a lot and left me to my own against my mom. She would snap sometimes and take it out on me. Or have other men over and once she was asleep they would come into my room. But I'd had enough, sure none of them actually touched me because of my cat Pikachu would keep me safe ever sense I was little. A sudden jolt of fear went through me. Mom, Pika, what if she hurts him cause I'm not there? I quickly limp back to Joe's room and saw the clothes lying on the bed. I pulled on a bra and underwear being careful of my leg but my sight blurring from tears made it hard to see. I thought to myself he'll probably be in the forest hunting and if not I could wait till he came out. I slowly pulled on pants the pain shooting up my leg. Suddenly the door opened and he walked in.
Joe's Perspective
I needed to see her eyes. I took so many tries to get them right but they just didn't work so I had to go look again. I walked back to the house the caring look she gave me once swimming around my mind. I walked inside and everyone was in their rooms so I went to mine expecting to see Tyler lying on the bed where I last saw her. But what I saw was not anything close. She was leaning over the bed to grab a shirt, her hair wet and dripping down her back. Her pants were low on her waist and her well-shaped abs were visible even in the dim lighting. Even with all the distracting beauty of her body my eyes went up to hers. She was crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked my voice snapping both of us out of out surprised silence. She quickly pulled on a clean t-shirt of mine. It was baggy on her but I liked the idea of owning both the shirt and what was in it.
"Pikachu.." she said a sob catching in her thought.
"The pokémon?" I asked utterly confused.
"No," she shook her head new tears forming in her eyes, "My cat, I left him at home with mom. She might hurt him." She said her voice breaking at the end and without knowing I had moved forward and pulled her into my chest. These weren't the eyes I wanted to see, not these glassy teary eyes filled with sadness and fear. She was hurt, and I was going to fix it.
"I'll go get him," I said before I could control my mouth and she looked up at me surprised, "but you have to stay in bed."
"H-he won't trust you," she said with a hiccup.
"He will, I smell like you," I said pulling her on close against me her freshly cleaned skin soft under my hands. I could feel her shiver and I pressed my face into her wet hair not wanting to let go.
"Okay." She said wrapping her arms around me and fire sprang up from where she touched. I leaned down and lightly picked her up, trying not to hurt her leg as I laid her down on the bed.
"Where do you live?" I asked sitting on the bed next to her my hand slowly whipping away the tears clinging on her face.
